About a week ago or so, I ran across an interesting blog challenge. Officially, it’s called the October Memoir and Backstory Blog Challenge. That’s a bit of a mouthful, so I shortened it up a bit for my post title. Anyway, you can find out more about it here on Jane Ann McLachlan’s blog and sign up for it, should you so desire, here. I thought it sounded like fun, so I signed right up.
On the off chance that you haven’t clicked through to find out what it’s all about, here’s the gist of it: Write 25 posts in 31 days. Sounds easy enough, right? Ah, but there’s a theme: Each post should be a memory or reflection for each of the first 25 years of life. From the original post:
It can be a personal memoir from your life, a reflection on turning a certain age, a recollection of someone else at that age, a poem or a photo, on the ages 1 to 25.
For example, on October 1, you could write about something that happened the year you were born or about the birth of your child. You could do a photo collage of your first year of life or of babies. On October 2, write about something that happened at age two to you or someone else. If you write a poetry blog, compose a poem for each year of life up to 25. If you write a cooking blog, you could include recipes for healthy baby food, snacks for toddlers, etc. A gardener could reminisce about learning to love gardens at each age, or introducing the hobby to her children as they grow, or suggest gardening ideas for the various ages. Photographers can capture each year in photos. This will work with any type of blog, and you can experiment with different media or genres in your own posts. Be inventive – surprise us, delight us, inspire us, make us laugh, make us cry. Try something different every day or stick to one format and focus on content – anything goes as long as you blog about ages 1-25.
It’s touted as a great tool for NaNoWriMo, but I think it sounds like fun even if you’re not gearing up for NaNo, which I’m not. I’ve got enough other things going on without thinking about that and frankly, I’ll just be happy to finish my current WIP, never mind finish it in an already-crazy month. Whoever picked November for NaNoWriMo should have undergone a drug test because seriously? What were they thinking?
But I digress. Anyway. So today is the first day of October, the first day of the challenge, the post about age one. Obviously I don’t remember anything about myself at age one, although I do remember being told that the morning of my baptism, my parents were silly enough to feed me right before church. My dad was burping me and, as babies do, I burped…all the way down the back of his dark brown suit. In church. Ten miles from home.
I still think it’s a funny story, even after Cricket was kind enough to put me through four shirt changes on his very first Fourth of July. I maintain he was ill from being overheated. He was, after all, only a week old and it was, after all, blazing hot. Tomcat never did anything like that to me, at least. He only snapped my glasses in two, necessitating the purchase of another pair, which I’m happy to say I still have, despite Thumper’s recent attempt to put me in new ones.
But how can you stay mad at that face? I couldn’t stay made at Tomcat for long, either, but I do occasionally wish my boys weren’t quite so rough and tumble. Perhaps they’ll outgrow it?
Not bloody likely.
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